Lughnasa Waxing Artemis Moon
A red letter day here at chez Olson/Ellis. Kate’s 66th. She’s upstairs right now signing up for social security.
We went out for breakfast this morning to Pappy’s, a place that already has a place in my heart. It reminds me so much of Indiana, a part of it that I didn’t know I missed. As a gift, I gave her a photo album of her ascent to grandmahood starting with a pregnant Jen and running up to the present. She liked it.
Being married to Kate these 20 years we’ve shared many birthdays and each one finds me more in love with her than the last.
We had a waitress at Pappy’s that had a Fargo accent and ended each encounter with a girlish giggle. More coffee? No? Giggle, giggle. Here’s the check, pay me when you’re ready. Giggle, giggle. Creeped me out. Like having too much sugar in your coffee. Hee, hee, hee.
